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soraphs May we also have your perarden?’

‘Please do,’ said Cornelius without hesitation, and barely stopped hier the better

After he’d left the estate agent, Cornelius walked a few yards down the street and called into the local re man if he could make an appointment for them to take away the entire contents of the house

‘Where’s it all to go, sir?’

‘To Botts’ Storerooh Street,’ Cornelius informed him

‘That will be no proble up a pad from his desk Once Cornelius had con there, sir,’ pointing to the botto a little nervous, he added, ‘We’ll need a deposit of £100’

‘Of course,’ said Cornelius, taking out his chequebook

‘I’ man said in a confidential tone

Cornelius smiled No one had refused a cheque from him for over thirty years ‘I’ll call back tomorrow,’ he said

On the way back to the bus stop Cornelius stared through theof his brother’s hardware store, and noted that the staff didn’t see back at The Willows, he returned to his study and made some more notes on what had taken place that afternoon

As he cliht, he reflected that it must have been the first afternoon in years that no one had called hiht

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When Cornelius ca, he picked up his post from the mat and made his way to the kitchen Over a bowl of cornflakes he checked through the letters He had once been told that if it was known you were likely to go bankrupt, a streah the letterbox, as shopkeepers and set in before anyone else could be declared a preferred creditor

There were no brown envelopes in the post that , because Cornelius had an his journey down this particular road

Other than circulars and free offers, there was just one white envelope with a London postmark It turned out to be a handwritten letter fro how sorry he was to learn of his uncle’s probleet back to Chudley much nowadays, he would make every effort to travel up to Shropshire at the weekend and call in to see him